Dreamt that I had to leave childhood home and move up on the hill: that’s where the school was. I saw my junior high school American Problems teacher and my teaching writing professor in my master's degree program in a blur.
I left home and decided to hide from my stepmother and sister in a place that had 3 levels. I hid between the second and third levels.
There was a level where all types of musicians were being trained – I got back on the elevator and returned to where I thought I should be. The place was old and desolate. I didn’t have much by way of things to live – and I lived with other people, males. I made sure that some of them knew that I was hiding so as not to blow my cover in conversation.
There was a man who was driving something that I was riding on or in.